Deception of perception (TO BE REWRITTEN )(slow update/on hold)

Chapter 3: Willow

"I don't believe in love at first sight but of course, I believe in two people having chemistry right away " -Zac Efron

Jordan's pov...

It's official, I think I'm cursed with bad luck. I think that old lady I met yesterday morning, placed a curse me. First, my dad gave my guitar out and then threw me out of his house after pouring ice water on me. Great.

Second, my uncle picks me up and then serves me food with hopes of choking me to death, by making me his new temporary driver or "chauffeur" as he calls it. Even wonderful.My existence just couldn't get any better. (Note the sarcasm)

I bet he made brunch for me yesterday just so he could bribe me. What a sneaky man.

I eventually agreed to be his stupid chauffeur because he has always been there for me while I was growing up and now, it's time for me to be there for him. I also did it because he offered me the keys to his white la Ferrari to use for a while. I'm never going to give it back. He barely used it anyway. His loss, my gain.

Speaking of loss. My dignity and my pride died as soon as I excepted Uncle Vin's offer. Have I completely downgraded myself, so low as to be some dude's chauffeur? Someone, anyone, please call the paramedics, I think I'm losing my mind.

I was waiting in front of the airport for some guy named Walter Wilson, as I was told to do so by my uncle. I held up a small banner against my chest, to make it easier for this Walter guy to find me.

Eventually, my patience ran out after 5 minutes and I decided to call Henrik. My best friend who I haven't spoken to in ages and as always, his phone goes on voice mail. "Too busy to ever talk his buddy " I sighed in annoyance as I tucked my phone into the back of my jeans.

As I was about to finally give up on waiting on for some guy that might probably never show up, something cut my eyes, someone really captivating and just happens to be walking towards my direction.

The first thing I noticed were her eyes. They were a gentle mixture of green and brown, like a meadow with tiny brown flowers scattered in them. They were also like a splash of green and tiny specks of brown paint, colouring the white canvas of my soul and carefully imprinting itself in my mind. Judging by the little bags I spotted under eyes, I could tell she was lacking sleep. She looked so tired but at the same time looked.

Beautiful. I thought as I took in a full view of her face.

Her lips were plump and luscious with a shade of red that looked just like blood. Blood that I probably wouldn't mind if they got smudged on my lips. Blood I wouldn't mind tasting.

Her dark brown hair was tied neatly into a bun at the back of her head, with side bangs that fell perfectly right next to her cheeks that had a warm glow. She possessed the same warm glow for her sun kissed skin which looked smooth.

Flawless. She looked flawless.

She was wearing a dark navy blazer with a straight skirt of the same colour to match and it fell just right above her knees as it perfectly accentuated her curves She also wore black stiletto heels which made little sounds here and there as she walked up to me, rolling her red and black luggage with one hand and clutching her handbag with the other.

"Hi, I'm Willow. Willow Dobrev. Walter Wilson's representative." she spoke softly with an angelic voice with her hands stretch out towards me, offering a handshake. I didn't accept it. I didn't accept it because I was still dazed by her catching me off-guard with such radiant beauty.

"Oh, maybe you need to see a business card. I know it's someone where, right her" She said, retracting back her hand awkwardly and furiously searching her handbag for her business card.

Willow. Such a nice name. A name I can't forget as it holds a special memory of someone in my head and heart.

It was n't loved at first sight. It definitely wasn't, I don't believe in it. I don't believe in it because the human eye is can be quite funny. It's easily enticed with the slightest thing that looks pretty and easily disgusted with anything that appears squalid. Then the mind processes this and places easy and quick judgements on people, we barely even know. The heart, another funny organ with is fragile. Can be a bit deceiving because it can be captured or given to the wrong person, who takes that vulnerable organ in their hands and shatter it into tiny pieces. Pieces that are difficult to put back together.

So I didn't love her instantly.

I was simply attracted.

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